“Bitch, you gonna a be a sandwich.”
They dropped their pants, their cocks bulging against their shorts. “I want to hear her screams.”
Jena was babbling, begging. Indian sex Sweat was pouring from Jenna’s face. “I want to hear her screams.”
Jena was babbling, begging. With a heavy breath, she begged. What would happen next. “Hit it again. Hector picked up the caning rod and waved it n the air laughing. He grabbed her white blouse and ripped it open. “You hungry.” He asked Jenna. Do it now.”
Miguel took the stick and ran it across the bitch’s face. “Take a good look, while she still has her uniform on.”
Jenna hung helpless, crying. Hit it Again.”
She felt someone grab the Pinata swinging it wildly. Miguel’s mom came by his side. “Please don’t do this.
